Lyrical Breakdown of What Comes Around - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "What Comes Around" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Beastie Boys weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "What Comes Around" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Beastie Boys employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Beastie Boys's narrative.

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Overripe, fresh skeezed, California females With three inch cherry red press-on Lee nails Reach into my mind for the rhymes I'm seeking Like a garbage bag full, overflowing, now it's leaking Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair So I can climb up and get into your underwear You rat soup eating, test cheating, no business punk You're insecure born in the junkyard with the junk You've gone wet look crazy, messed with your head You fucked around and wound up with the bald skin head You're all mixed up like pasta primavera Yo, why'd you throw that chair at Geraldo Rivera man? 'Cause one man's ceiling is another man's floor Yo, get that money out your ass you whore I brought her upstairs onto the roof I dogged your wife and she is a doofus What goes around, comes around What goes around, comes around What goes around, comes around What goes around, comes around Chosen bound Pull me down Yo holmes, your nose is brown Clean B, cleaning the G spot. You know that we've got The dolomite house and you have not Look out my window look over the city With two black eyes, your girl ain't that pretty Why you wanna beat that brat with a bat? Why you wanna treat your girl like that? Living in the rat race smoking rat weed Well you reap what you sow, when you plant the seed Bum cheese on rye with ham and prosciutto Got more Louie than Phillip Rizzuto What goes around, comes around What goes around, comes around What goes around, comes around What goes around, comes around What goes around, comes around What goes around, comes around What goes around, comes around What goes around, comes around Funky, like penicillin Funky, like panasaurus Doris the finkasaurus